My teeth are sharp and yellow
Yours are pearly white
I'm quite an ugly fellow
I hope that is alright
I feel your neck between my jaws
How tender your pail skin
I grasp your hair between my claws
Already digging in
I think I'll save your skin for last
It's texture, smooth and gleaming
I wonder if you'd have bled so fast
If you would have stopped screaming
Your eyes I'll keep as marbles
Your hair a pretty thread
A beauty like you wouldn't mind
Because you're simply dead
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Blood and Sanity
PoetryPoems from the darkest of minds. This collection of disturbing poems comes straight from the thoughts and experiences of our darkest nightmares themselves.